The Voyager

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“It is time”, she said

And the poles shifted

Just like that

And then there were 
No poles at all

I am the voyager

Traveling
Way down
Deep

Traversing the corridors 
Of grief 

The belly of discontent

The halls of seduction

Emptying the wardrobes
Of disintegrated garments
And obsolete armor

Releasing the ghosts that dwell in
The haunted masks of striving

Gathering the broken, the fractured pieces
As children to my breast 
Feeding them the song of 
Always belonging

Rich medicine

I dive deep 
And wide
Into the realms of
Silence

© words & image Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella 
model: rozlynne